What is Life worth
If we can never
Trust, one another.
So much Hate,
So little Love,
So much blood spilled,
Never enough!
Running out of time,
A Mountain of Destruction,
Is History’s climb!
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Thoughts,
They follow you all overYou want to leave behind,But the painful ones,Stay over,And no matter,How hard you try,There are thing of which,You’ll never be getting over.
I’m sensitive to words,
Silences don’t set well,Language is a quenching well,Where the waters of sentiment flow,Where intelligence can glow,It has brought us forth from darkness,To the embracement of civilization,From the Stone Age,Made us into great Nations,Do not let this Light,Be buried in the damnation,Of the barbarous, savage throws,Of incomprehension, that knows,No civilized orientation.Intelligence and Language,Plus human feelings,Of compassion…
Do we all have,
Inside of us?And if so,Is it a minus,Or a plus?
The greatness of yore,
And someone has yet to find it,The more we progress,The darker the mess,Of what is ‘Human Kindness’As human finesse,Flew off in distress,When Present and Past collided!
I feel like an Owl,
The better the World,To scrutinize,You said I was wise,But how do you know,I know my head,From my great big toe.However, very grateful for such A Compliment!
The trouble with Poetry
It feels too muchSees too muchWants the TruthToo muchLoves too muchIs oversensitiveAnd hurts too much!Dangling fears,On crystal chandeliersPoetry criesIt’s melodious Tears…